Moral Regeneration

Protecting Citizens from Vice

Moral Regeneration Unit – Area G4 606

Intel from interview with subject Skeets

Suspect location: Area G8 667

Recommend covert surveillance of Suzanne Cage

After interview with criminal F Skeets 886-559-892 intel gathered suggests one S Cage daughter of M Cage may also be deviant. Arrest suspended due to rank held by father.

Action deferred for twelve months pending new intel.




Suzanne woke and looked at her alarm clock. It was six fifty in the morning. Her heart leapt. She had made it through the night uninterrupted. The first time since she had started wearing the belt.

It had been a rash experiment but all the other girls were wearing them. Even Carol, her sister, and Mum too. Carol and Mum were alone in advising her not to do this though. Pointing out that the belts were uncomfortable, made hygiene difficult and looked unsightly under clothes.

The last point Suzanne disagreed with strongly. She liked the idea of people seeing she was belted. It would make her look more grown up. None of her friends, those old enough at least, made any effort to hide their belts. Carol and Mum were so wrong about the belts being ugly.

Leaving the keys to the belt on her bedside table Suzanne put on her dressing gown and made her way to the bathroom. It took an effort to make herself pee, but the urine ran out just as it was supposed to. She jumped into the shower straight after. It was so strange, and also quite hot, to not be able to touch her own privates.

Drying after the shower had taken a little more effort than usual. But it wasn't the killer chore Carol had said it was. In fact given the way the belt made her feel Suzanne reckoned the belt was a plus in her life. As she returned to her room she knew she was going to give a key to Dad now. She was ready.

She put the leather skirt on today. It had been her eighteenth birthday present from her parents a month ago. Full length, pleated and made from the softest most supple of leather she had squealed with pleasure when she had opened the box and seen its soft folds laying there. She matched it with her angora off the shoulder sweater and her knee high leather boots. Looking in the mirror she had never felt more grown up.

As Suzanne entered the kitchen the rest of the family were already there. Mum was at the stove cooking eggs and Carol was eating her breakfast at the table. Dad was also at the table. Unusually he was not reading his paper and he had an odd expression on his face. Something was not right and she almost faltered in her plan. However her mind was made up so she walked straight up to him and held out a key to the belt.

"Here you are Daddy, you can add that to Mum's and Carol's."

Her Dad just looked at it at first. In fact Carol spoke next.

"You stupid cow Sue, you just can't take advice can you."

"Silence!" Barked their dad. He then reached up and took the key. "Sue my dear, could you please go and fetch the other key here too, please?" He then looked at Carol, "could you also fetch your second key, Carol?"

"What? You said we could keep a key for emergencies Dad," protested Carol.

"I know what I said," he replied, "but circumstances have changed. Please fetch your keys, you too Alice love, and then join me in the dining room. Oh and girls please put your phones on charge in your bedrooms please. I suspect you'll need them fully charged later."

Suzanne's dad then stood and left the kitchen. Presumably to go to the dining room. Both sisters looked to their Mum.

"Well, do as your father instructed girls. Carol, love, do me a favour and fetch my key off my dresser for me."

As Suzanne entered the dining room she was aware that the TV was on and booming out from the living room. Something really odd was going on and she was getting alarmed. Her sense of unease was not helped by the pile of what appeared to be bondage gear piled high on the dining room table. Walking down the length of the room she handed over the only other key to her chastity belt. Only her Dad could unlock it now. Despite the fact it was her Dad who held the keys she felt excited at the idea of being trapped in her belt. Suzanne was more than conflicted over that feeling.

"Thank you Sue, love,"  said her Dad. "Could you now please shut the door and take a seat." Suzanne did as she was bid.

"Okay girls," continued her Dad, "I realise I'm probably freaking you out a bit here. But first a quick check. Are you carrying any electrical tech on your persons and are your phones charging in your rooms as I asked?" Both Carol And Suzanne silently nodded an affirmation.

"Good, the reason I've asked you into this room in such a manner is because I do not want us to be surveilled. While we have committed no crimes against the state I do not want this conversation over heard.

"The next thing I have to say is sorry. Sorry with all my heart. Sorry to you girls who are going to bear the brunt of this. Sorry to you Alice my ever loving wife. Sorry to you my daughters who may well be forced to leave this land with nothing or your parents. Your Mother suggested we leave before the Prime Minister and his party came to power. I was stupid. I ignored her sound advice. So I must take the blame for what is about to follow."

"Dad! What the fuck are you on about?" Interrupted Carol.

"The easiest way to explain my dear is if I read you this article on page two of The Times. You'll notice the cover is all about the future abolition of the House of Lords.
So this article reads as follows, 'While most will be excited at the demise of the out dated institution of the Lords it is with equal delight that this reporter can highlight the last bill ratified by the now defunct house.
The New Moral Standards bill was passed just before midnight, and updates and improves on the previous incarnation.
A number of new laws are enacted at the start of next month that will better the lot of every person in England.
Due to an alarming rise in teenage pregnancy the new law has abolished the requirement of young girls from attending school past the age of eleven. Girls simply need pass a simple numeracy and literacy test to graduate and be passed then into the guardianship of their family's or government sponsored body.’"

"They've abolished higher education for girls!" Exclaimed Suzanne.

"I know love," agreed her Dad, "I'm so, so glad you two are both educated, however there is worse. Please let me continue."

"'The voluntary barriers of penetration laws are now, along with the dress code in licensed premises, to be expanded to any female in a public place. It will now be an offence for a woman to posses a key to her own belt. Further stricter measures are also to apply too.' This bit girls means you need to be belted and gagged outside this house. There's apparently a clause that says gags can be removed at work or in eating establishments but otherwise you could be arrested. But if you are upset at that it gets worse.
'Identifying the eligible females from those already married by a small ring on the left hand is to be improved on. All married women will in future be required to wear a solid metal collar. Their husbands will hold the keys to these collars. It will be an offence for a woman to be in possession of a collar key. Fathers and guardians will be required to collar any daughter over the age of consent too. If they are not accepting proposals of marriage the collars must be of a similar design to a married female. A broad leather locking collar with a tag bearing the father or guardian's contact details must be worn by any female eligible for marriage.'"

"We have to wear collars like animals!?" Suzanne shouted.

"Keep your voice down dear. Yes, you do. Look a year ago these laws would have seen protests on the streets. Pitchforks and torches marching on the Palace of Westminster. Now... Now I'm just scared. You girls know I have contacts through work in the ministry. They are setting up 'education' camps. Women who step out of line will be arrested and ‘reprogrammed’. As angry as you justifiably are, we need to be very careful here. Now, unfortunately, there is yet more."

"'While the government acknowledges that women will need to visit places outside of their homes or places of work unaccompanied as part of their wifely duties, such as shopping, any woman in a place not conducive to good moral behaviour will be stopped, searched and detained by the MRU. To aide the MRU in identifying unaccompanied females all women out with their husbands, fathers or guardians must be kept tethered by a leash. Finally as we strive to improve the moral code of our great nation, and women are helped to understand their place in the natural order, a new offence of "Lacking Respect" will come into force. Any woman failing to adopt a submissive attitude, not addressing a man as Sir, or following simple requests could suffer a sentence of up to twenty lashes and three days in the stocks.'"

Suzanne's father looked up sorrowfully from the newspaper. Tears were running down his face.

"Your mother and I, girls, have a plan. But I don't think you're going to like it."

"A plan," said Carol, "a plan for what?"

"To get you two out of England."

"Why dad?" Asked Suzanne. "It's clear you don't think we can all get out. I'm not leaving without you two too."

"Well okay, and thank you. But first we need to address how we as a family are going to deal with these new laws. As part of our plan, your mother and I think the best way forward is to appear keen, enthusiastic and in favour of them."

Alice, Suzanne's mum, spoke up, "unfortunately that's going to mean early adoption. Or in other words starting straight away."

"We must assume nowhere is private," said her Dad. "The TV, our phones or computers can be used as bugs. So we are going to have to change the way we live all the time."

"Also we have to assume the authorities will have access to past info on us," he continued, "so we have to go along with what they think they know about us. So, and I know you girls don't want to know about this, your mother and I have been consensual practitioners of a BDSM relationship throughout our marriage."

"Ewe, Daddy, TMI!" Said Carol.

"No Carol love," said Carols Mum, "it's not. Our lives are going to depend on this. In fact you should also know that while your dad is straight I'm bisexual though I've not dated a woman since I married your father. Now girls, we need to know about you too, you're both over eighteen, and you can assume the state already knows... Shit girls this is no way to tell your parents I know, but we have to know because of what we are about to ask you to do."

"It's alright Mum," interrupted Carol. "I understand. So I've had sex. I was shagging young Billy Weston before I was belted. We... We couldn't get hold of condoms... So... So I insisted he fuck my bum so I didn't get pregnant. It was pretty good. I have a vibrator in my room. I used to use it a lot. Since I had the spare key to the belt. That's.. That's everything." Carol was very red, clearly embarrassed.

Suzanne realised the family was looking at her. Suddenly her first 'day' belted was turning into an embarrassing nightmare.

"Okay, I'm virgin. Umm... Oh crap, I do a lot of self bondage in my room. Sorry sis, I 'borrow' your vibe. Umm... Fuck! I'm pretty sure I'm gay." Suzanne stared hard at the table top. "I kissed Fiona Skeets about a year ago. Before, she was arrested."

Suzanne's mum started crying. "Oh baby, I'm sorry."

Suddenly Suzanne realised she was being hugged, first by her sister, then by her parents. Wrapped in their embrace she heard her sister say, "I don't care what your plan was. We get her out first and fast. If that means I'm staying so be it. I trust you dad to not marry me off to a complete prick. But Sue gets out. No other deal is acceptable."

"Agreed," replied both her parents simultaneously.

Eventually the hug broke up and her parents returned to their seats. Carol remained next to her sister though and fiercely held her hand.

"Okay, right, so," Suzanne's dad struggled to get a grip. "So Sue, we all love you and we don't care that you're gay. But it's a crime in this fucking place and I'll lay good money they have your name from Fiona. We're going to have to be very careful."

"Sue dear," said her mum, "it's still going to take some time. Probably up to a year. If you bolt for the border now it'll be too obvious. We need to make them think you're a trusted citizen. Then book you a ticket to a friendly nation, like the states. Emperor Trump has that place even more fucked up than here. Then you can take a flight back to Europe from there. Try Germany, they have their heads screwed on right."

"So until then we must adopt new rules in this family, and live by them," said her dad. "This means some big changes. Your mother is now going to publicly be my submissive, or slave, all the time."

"I'll be wearing fetish outfits within the house," continued Suzanne's mum, "as well as calling your dad 'Master' and answering to slave. Your dad and I don't think it is necessary for you to join in, in this, but you need to appear to accept it."

"I am going to adopt the role of a strict disciplinarian empowered by the new rules. I will not enforce a fetish dress code on my daughters, but I will enforce the family rules with corporal punishment if needed. Please girls don't paint me into a corner with this. I can cope with caning your mum, I really don't want to hurt you two."

"You girls are going to have to call your dad 'Sir' from now on. Plus obey him in all things. Wear only skirts or dresses. Stay in the house as much as possible. It's going to be chastity belts on all the time too. I'll supervise a clean and shave underneath once a week."

"I'm assuming the bondage gear on the table has something to do with this?" Asked Carol.

"Yes," answered their dad. "I caught wind of these changes in the law, at work, about a month ago. I made some preparations in case they were passed. I have steel collars for all three of you. Ball gags that you need to keep with you, plus leashes in case I take you out of the house. Also a full set of leather cuffs each, to restrain you with, should you force me to discipline you."

"You'll really cane us Dad?” Asked Suzanne.

"Baby I don't want to. But now I know about your kiss with Fiona... I'm fairly certain we'll be under some sort of surveillance. We can’t play at this. This act is for our very lives.”

Carol's face suddenly drained of colour. "Sue weren't you complaining your phone struggled to hold its charge just Yesterday? I bet that's because they're listen in on it!"

"Okay girls," said their dad, "Let's not start frightening each other. Let's just get on with the plan. We'll live by these new rules and talk in here in a month. Sue dear, come here so I can lock this collar on."

"Yes, sir," tried Suzanne experimentally.

"Good girl," beamed her dad. "That's the spirit.”


-•-


Suzanne examined the collar in the mirror in her room. Privately she loved it. It was tight, polished to a mirror shine and about five centimetres tall. There was no visible lock, Suzanne had no idea or desire, on how to remove it. Plus the ring at the front, to attach a leash to, meshed nicely with all her bondage fantasies.

The only fly in that ointment was the chastity belt was really doing its job too. She was, for the first time in her life, in real bondage. But she could do nothing about it. The irony was crippling.

There was a knock on her door frame and Suzanne turned to see her sister standing in the doorway.

“Can I come in?” Asked Carol. Suzanne thought Carol looked beautiful too with her collar framed by the collar of the dark satin blouse she wore.

“Sure Sis, what do you need?”

“I just came to check you’re okay. Big changes today.”

“I know… but I’ve got to confess… I love this bit.” Suzanne gave a gentle tug on the ring of her own collar.”

“Your collar? You like it?”

“Love it!”

“Really? It doesn’t bother you that you can’t take it off?”

“That’s the best bit.”

“You kinky cow!”

“Since we’re sharing today… and since we’re both belted now… I used to tie myself up when you were all out. I’d use your vibe to get myself off, imagining some hunk of a man had me at his mercy and was fucking me stupid.”

“You dirty bitch! Well, those games are over until dad find’s us husbands now.”

“I know. Are you pissed he put us in steel collars?”

“Sort of yeah. But you heard him,” Carol dropped her voice down to try and mimic her fathers baritone voice. “I need you two to mature into young ladies, rather than the girls you are now, before I will even consider the possibility of you dating. Let alone marriage.”

“So no cock for a while then Sis.”

“Nope. A dry spell is certainly in the forecast.”

“It’s alright for you Carol, at least you’ve had some. What was his name? Billy?”

“Oh Sue, please tell me you found a boy before those steel knickers were locked on.”

“Another confession… I made a big mistake… I thought I was something I wasn’t… I new I was kinky, but I got confused… I tried experimenting… Do you remember Fiona?”

“The deviant lezzer who got taken by the MRU last year?”

“Yeah her… I kissed her. Huge mistake.”

“Fuck! You silly cow. If she gave your name to the MRU…”

“I know. I was so scared when they first took her. But it’s been a year now. The daft part was the kiss was dreadful. It felt all wrong as soon as I did it. I lied to Fiona. At the time I didn’t want to hurt her. But I knew it was a mistake as soon as I did it.”

“Well as you say it’s been a year..”

“After I did it I thought about turning her in. It made me feel sick thinking about it. I started to get angry. I was actually on my way to the station to report her when I heard she had been taken. Didn’t sleep for nights after that for fear I was next. Plus I was fairly certain most of my class mates knew I’d had a crush on her. No boy would look at me. So… so virgin pussy locked in here, Sis.”

“Oh, Sue I’m so sorry. Still I think we’ll both be climbing the walls before dad finds us husbands. What sort of man do you want him to find you?”

“Older, much older, say ten years at least.”

“Fuck! Really?”

“Yes, and smart too. A doctor, a lawyer or an architect, some brains up top at least. Plus like dad is with mum. I love that rubber dress he has her in. I want to call my man ‘Master’ too. That would be so hot.”

“I agree with you on mum’s dress. Uber jelly over that. I know dad said we didn’t have to dress like mum now…

“…but you want to anyway?” Suzanne finished for her sister. “Me too.”

“Should we ask if we can?”

“Hmm, lets be careful here. If he says yes, it may be he will make it a rule. He seems pretty fired up about these new laws. Do you want to try out a rubber dress or have to dress in fetish gear as a house rule?”

“Both!” Declared Carol, eyes dancing with mischief. “That way any future husbands will know of our tastes.”

“Okay, I’m game. Though before we do lets do a selfie in street clothes and these collars. I want to send one to Jenny. That stuck up bitch was all ‘Look at my belt, I’m better than you’ I bet her dad hasn’t got her collared yet. Here take my phone.”









Moral Regeneration
Protecting Citizens from Vice
Moral Regeneration Unit – Area G4 606
Update on Recommended covert surveillance of Suzanne Cage


Suspect location: Area G8 667


Surveillance has revealed suspect to be a model citizen. Class A in Temperament, Class A in Sexual Orientation, Class A in Docility.

Arrest cancelled. All travel restrictions eased.

Surveillance reduced from daily four hour random to twice weekly two hour random for further twelve months. If no change then cancel surveillance.

End of report.